"I love you, Dan," George says, his eyes searching mine.

My heart skips a beat and though I sort of had a feeling he liked me, hearing him say it made me happier than I could ever imagine.

"I love you too, George," I said. But then the reality came crashing down.

"But you know we can never be together."

My heart broke, pieces shattering in my soul. "But why?" I asked, barely a whisper.

"It's 1861 and people still own slaves. Nobody is going to ever approve of two men in love."

I leaned in, our foreheads touching and said, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

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June 17th Prompt:

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."